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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crumbling, Byzantine arches overgrown with a thorny, silver-barked tree's sprawling roots seem to be infused with an eerie, pulsing hum, casting intricate, lace-like shadows across the dusty, crimson flagstones. Uh, the air is heavy with a dry, acrid scent like old, decaying incense, and the oppressive stillness makes my ears ache... Sunlight, a sickly pale color, casts long shadows through the tangled boughs as if it's late in the day, while in the center of this ancient, ruined courtyard, a perpetual, molten fountain flows with an impossible liquid – oil-like mercury that seems to be slowly devouring the stones around it.